Maeve
Maeve can't help the way her lip curls in distaste as the still stifling heat from the desert presses against her. She glances back at Locke, feeling a hint of trepidation tingling along their newly formed bond, but she pushes it away with a breath. The sight of Ronin and Remi has her smiling despite herself as she picks up speed in her approach, "Because, Ronin, it exists simply to make you unhappy." Maeve quips, drawing him into a quick hug and then doing the same to Remi, pressing a kiss to each or their cheeks.
"Do we have any idea where we need to be looking exactly?" She asks, drawing back to adjust her back on her shoulders, hand moving to the whip that rests at her hip.
Maeve has everything on her profile plus a pack with basic supplies (first aide, rope, water, knife) and the bow Remi made her.
"Do we have any idea where we need to be looking exactly?" She asks, drawing back to adjust her back on her shoulders, hand moving to the whip that rests at her hip.
Maeve has everything on her profile plus a pack with basic supplies (first aide, rope, water, knife) and the bow Remi made her.
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
